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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Potterverse, or anything you recognize here. I make no money from this either, sadly. I'm terribly poor. -.-

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Harry opened his eyes and groaned. “What the- Why am I in Slytherin’s bed?” He sat up and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Oh, Merlin. I’m naked.” He whispered.
‘Relax, and breathe, for Merlin’s sake! I sleep naked, don’t freak out. Yes, I’ve had sex, get over it. No, I didn’t leave you with any permanent reminders.’ Shiloe snapped, faintly amused under everything else. ‘So, you’re going to need to know a few things. I take it you can shower, dress, get your things and make it to breakfast on autopilot while I go over a few recent changes to your life?’
Harry sighed and nodded groggily, grabbing the glasses he didn’t need anymore, and then stopping. “My vision.” He breathed, holding the glasses in his lap and waving a hand in front of his face.
‘Um, yeah. Side effect of having a Shiloe: Instant removal of all sensory deficits. You forgot?’ Shiloe drawled in blatant amusement.
Harry smiled, flushing as he set down the glasses. “Uh, yeah, guess I did. Guess I can leave the glasses in my past now, too.” He murmured, sliding out of bed and heading to Helga’s room, where his clothes were kept.
He frowned, noticing something missing. “Shiloe, where is the Saferoom?” He asked suspiciously.
Shiloe’s nervous chuckle sounded from his head. ‘Please, leave it. There’s an anchor in there, he needed a place to stay. You’d be better off not knowing who it is for the present. Trust me. You’ll know someday, but now is not the time.’ Shiloe said firmly.
Harry frowned. “He. So, it’s not someone that is going to be a danger to me? And you promise I’ll know? By Christmas?” Harry pushed.
‘Umm, well, I was actually thinking-‘
“Then I’m asking Helga-“
‘OKAY, CHRISTMAS!!’
Harry smiled in satisfaction. “Good.” He said, grabbing his uniform and going into the bathroom. “So.” He yawned, turning on the shower and stepping in. “What did I miss, and what day is it?”
*****
Shiloe finished his explanation just as the bell rang and Ron, Harry and Hermione headed for Harry’s common room to hang out during their free period.
Harry groaned as his head throbbed at all the things he had just learned in less than two hours. A whole month of information in such a short time had to be pushing the limits.
“So, I’m in Ancient Runes, now?” He asked as they all sat down.
Hermione nodded. “With me, yes. And Draco, as well.”
Harry blinked at her. “Draco.” He repeated.
“Yes.” Hermione repeated, raising her eyebrows at him. “Draco. Shiloe can get along with him. You could at least TRY. He hasn’t called me any names at all this year, and he TRIES to be civil with Ron. You’re partnered with him and me for our Ancient Runes project, anyway. We have to do our best to get along, for our grades, if no other reason.”
“He’s been CIVIL to you?!” Harry asked Ron in shock.
Ron huffed. “We played a few games of chess, even. Shiloe hangs around with him and Blaise Zabini a lot.” He muttered.
Harry smiled. “Yeah? How was he?”
“Beat me.”
Harry chuckled.
“Twice.” Ron added mutinously.
Hermione’s giggles joined Harry’s, and soon all three were laughing uproariously at the entire situation, nearly hysterical as the tension of the past month was released in a burst of pure, refreshing joy.
The door to Godric’s rooms opened. “What the…” Sirius blinked at the sight of Ron and Hermione, who were rarely there in the morning, and he gulped, looking at the figure sitting opposite them, who was looking back at him, wide-eyed. “Harry?” He whispered in disbelief, trying not to hope too hard that his Godson was really back, lest he be met with disappointment.
Harry jumped up, and with a loud shout of “PADFOOT!” he launched himself into the Marauder’s arms.
Sirius laughed tearfully as Harry’s jump knocked them both backwards, crushing his Godson in a tight hug, unwilling to ever let him go. “I missed you, Prongslet, so much! I’m never leaving your side again!” He vowed.
Harry pulled away, wiping at the tears on his face as he laughed. “Well, you have to, sometime. You can’t go to class with me.” He pointed out to lighten the mood.
“Oh, is that so? Watch me!” Sirius declared.
Hermione sighed. “Well, maturity-wise, he’d definitely fit in.” She announced.
This time, four forms dissolved into laughter.
*****
‘Gifu.’
Harry frowned. “Um… Means gift, can be used in place of fortune, love and bonded partners.”
Shiloe’s sigh reverberated through his head. ‘Reversed?’ His Shiloe prompted.
“Oh! Reversed, it means… Emotional baggage?” He guessed.
Shiloe groaned. ‘Not the most scholarly wording, but it will suffice for now. The idea is present and correct, at least. Write it.’
Harry picked up his quill and drew a simple ‘X’ on the parchment in front of him.
‘Good. Isa.’
“Isa means ice. Um, it can be used for negative feelings, energy loss, but also for focus and privacy. When reversed, it means… Shite… Betrayal!” He shouted as he remembered.
Shiloe chuckled. ‘Answering louder does not make it truer. But you’re right. Good job. Write it.’
Harry did.
‘And Daeg?’
“Daeg means day. It can be used for growth, ambition, expanding your consciousness, and breakthroughs. Reversed-“
‘Light.’ Shiloe interrupted.
“What?”
‘It can be used for light, as well.’ He repeated.
Harry frowned. “Oh. Right.”
Shiloe cleared his throat. ‘You forgot it. I had to remind you. Make a note of it so you remember to study that point.’ He told Harry firmly.
Harry sighed, but did as Shiloe prompted. “Reversed, it means…”
*****
“I almost want Divination back.” Harry joked to Ron, who promptly choked on his pumpkin juice.
“Harry, Shiloe did you a big favor in switching classes. You weren’t LEARNING anything in Divination!” Hermione pointed out.
Harry grinned. “Maybe not, but I was catching up on a lot of missed sleep.”
Ron laughed as Hermione frowned, muttering “Boys!” under her breath.
Dumbledore smiled, seeing the bright look on his favorite student’s face. It seemed that Shiloe’s month was up, and Harry was finally back.
*****
Later that week in DADA, Moody calmly informed them that he was going to put them under Imperius, to demonstrate its effects and see if they could resist it.
“But — but you said it’s illegal, Professor,” Hermione said uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. “You said — to use it against another human was —”
“Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like,” said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. “If you’d rather learn the hard way — when someone’s putting it on you so they can control you completely — fine by me. You’re excused. Off you go.”
He pointed one gnarled finger toward the door. Hermione went very pink and muttered something about not meaning that she wanted to leave. Harry and Ron grinned at each other. They knew Hermione would rather eat bubotuber pus than miss such an important lesson.
Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Harry watched as, one by one, his classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence.
Dean Thomas hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville performed a series of quite astonishing gymnastics he would certainly not have been capable of in his normal state. Ron ran around the room claiming that his head was on fire and his pants were missing. Draco confessed his undying love for Hermione. Not one of them seemed to be able to fight off the curse, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it.
“Potter,” Moody growled, “you next.”
Harry moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, “Imperio!”
Harry heard Shiloe snarl in rage and begin fighting the curse.
Harry had no idea why they were fighting, it felt good. It was like floating.
Then, he heard Moody’s voice.
‘Jump onto the desk… Jump onto the desk…’
Shiloe’s voice immediately responded with a hissed, ‘Oh, fuck off! Harry, snap out of it and give me some help here!’
Harry realized what Shiloe was doing and tried to help, but they were tiring fast against the overpowering desire to just relax and float along, doing whatever the voice wanted.
The voice swept over them, and they were sunk.
The next thing Harry felt was considerable pain. He had both jumped and tried to prevent himself from jumping — the result was that he’d smashed headlong into the desk, knocking it over, and, by the feeling in his legs, fractured both his kneecaps.
‘Oh, good job!’ Shiloe drawled sarcastically.
“Now, that’s more like it!” growled Moody’s voice, and suddenly, Harry felt the empty, echoing feeling in his head disappear. He remembered exactly what was happening, and the pain in his knees seemed to double.
“Look at that, you lot… Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We’ll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention—watch his eyes, that’s where you see it—very good, Potter, very good indeed! They’ll have trouble controlling you!”
*****
“What was Dumbledore thinking, agreeing to such a thing?! If the Board of Governors found out, Hogwarts would find itself without a Headmaster before you could say Lawsuit!” Madam Pomfrey huffed, bustling about the hospital wing in search of the salve that she needed for Harry’s skinless knees and bruised torso.
Shiloe fought his way through Harry’s mental whining, purely to shut him up until he was healed. “The Old Man’s gone round the bend, if you ask me.” He said irritably as he managed to wrest control from his whining Host.
Madam Pomfrey turned around, eyes narrowed. “Shiloe?”
“Poppy?” Shiloe returned, sounding incredulous.
“Watch your cheek, young man! What about Harry? Don’t you think he’s missed enough classes for the time being?” She asked, finding the salve and bringing it over.
Shiloe chuckled. “Ah, but we aren’t in class now, and he’ll be back in time to leave the room. I just didn’t want to hear him whine while we got treated. So I’ll take the treatment, then he’ll take over again. And why can’t I call you Poppy? I already feel I can trust you more than I trust most people, so you’ll probably be Pack sooner or later.” He replied.
Madam Pomfrey flushed as she applied the salve to his knees, making him wince. “Well, I suppose after that comes to pass, a certain level of familiarity will be required, but until then, you will use my proper title when speaking to me, am I clear?”
Shiloe sighed with a smile. “Sure, Madam Pomfrey.” He relented.
“There.” She finished applying the salve to the last bruise. “Finished.”
She watched in amazement as Shiloe’s posture relaxed and his face slackened, before Harry’s open expression was back, reflecting confusion that cleared almost at once. “You’re done, Dear.” She informed him, a bit distractedly.
“Er, thanks, Madam Pomfrey.” Harry stuttered, getting his things and leaving.
She had just been allowed to see not only the shift from Host to Shiloe, but she had also seen the shift happen in the opposite direction.
If she didn’t know better, she’d suspect that Shiloe ALREADY considered her Pack. In the few seconds after the Host regained control, they were usually disoriented and completely vulnerable to attack. Shiloe rarely gave up control while others were around him for that reason alone.
But the least trusting of all the creatures she had ever treated had just proven that he was willing to trust her with that.
Poppy was floored.
*****
“Like?” Harry muttered on his way back from the hospital wing to Gryffindor Tower to hang out with Ron and Hermione. He had just been told that Shiloe liked Madam Pomfrey.
‘Yeah. Not sexually, I’m definitely gay, after all, but she’s a good friend. Trustworthy.’ Shiloe assured Harry, who sighed.
“And I’m pretty sure I’m definitely straight. This is bloody lovely.”
Shiloe chuckled. ‘Maybe you’re just in denial.’ He suggested.
“Maybe the sky is orange.” Harry muttered.
A blonde girl who had been contemplating the wall silently turned around to smile vacantly at Harry. “Watch out, the Wrackspurts are hunting tonight. If they hear you talking to Shiloe, they’ll be after you the most. Shiloe are their favorite prey, since they are most magical of all magical creatures.” She said, before she skipped away, leaving both Harry and Shiloe shaken and bewildered.
“That was really weird.” Harry decided. “Do you know her?”
‘No. I say we get to Gryffindor Tower before she decides to come back.’ Shiloe urged.
Harry quickened his pace.
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